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Copenhagen is cold. I did not vote on this. I got here yesterday morning and have been wandering around through the grayest clouds I've seen since I embarked on my European journey two and a half weeks ago. I just walked back to the hostel from town and got caught in a torrential hail storm. And now I'm home. . . in as much as a hostel can be home. I'm actually really excited to ge back to Glasgow. I plan to sleep, bathe, and masturbate for all of Saturday. I have had way too little of all of the above for the past too-many days.
So . . . open relationships. Sticky sticky sticky. They make me sad sometimes. And now is one of those times. I really want to be ok with it, and generally I am. But for some reason, social conventions are getting the best of me lately, and I am jealous of the idea of my beautiful boyfriend being romantic with anyone but me. I put so much value in all that he gives me, and sometimes I imagine that if he gives those things to anyone else, he must not have enough left over for me. Which isn't necessarily true. . . meh, I don't know. Sometimes it's just hard to be progressive about relationships. . . damn. Me and my social liberation. . .
Off to munch ginger.